“I thought you were actually going to strike Karasch when he held your bridle rein this morning.”
“I felt like it, too.”
“I think he is afraid of you, Burgwan. It was you who broke his arm, wasn’t it?”
“He broke it in a fall.” She paused and glanced at me.
“He told me all about that fall, and what he meant to do, if you hadn’t beaten him. It was for me you risked your life in that fight.”
“Karasch ought to hold his tongue.”
We reached the spot where we had rested, and sat down to wait for Karasch.
“I have been thinking this morning,” she said, slowly.
“We all have some thinking to do before we are out of our plight.”
“You call this a plight,” and she smiled. “Why, see what a lovely wild country it is. I could live in these hills—live, I mean, in the sense of keen, rare enjoyment. Look.” She pointed from one hill to another with kindling eye. “The freedom of it. The very air is different from all other.”